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Wednesday, June 14, 2006

The way she snapped my hair, I'm deadly frighten.
She was rough. Rougher than all the other hair cutter.
I'm deadly frighten.
I spoked to her in English, she told me to speak in Malay.
Her Malay wasn't good and mine none better either.

When I walked out, I secretly cried to myself.
What have I done.
I now look no older than an 18 year old.

Back to the Secondary School haircut.
Which was known as the Classical Age.

2:14 am
Razzi Stifler